A Perfect Storm

27

"I know you fucking lying," was all Tremaine said when Malik told him what happened.

"I'm not," Malik said as they sat in his living room, playing 2K. Well they were, but Tremaine paused it when Malik told him what happened.

"G after what the fuck you told me about her boyfriend why would you even pull that shit?!? See I gotta stop hanging out with you, you gon get a mutherfucka killed!!"

"It just happened & I couldn't stop it!!"

"See that's yo probably, pussy is yo weakness."

"Nah Storm is my weakness." Tremaine rolled his eyes at his best friend's headassness.

"Maybe, but it's pussy too. You fucked India knowing it would fuck up yo relationship with Storm but you didn't care cause she was bussing it open for you. Now you fucked Storm, knowing damn well her boyfriend is not the dude to be messed but you didn't care cause you wanted some cat. Pussy is your mutherfucking weakness & it's gon be the death of you. I ain't coming to your funeral neither." Malik rolled his eyes. "You better tell Storm what you know before her guiltiness gets the best of her & she tells him, thus ending your life."

"I fucked Malik," Storm said, looking down. She couldn't keep it a secret, she had to get it off her chest. It had damn near fucked her focus up at work that day.

Her friends groaned, throwing their hands up.

"Why?!? Just why?!?" Lola asked.

"You niggas should've went to the restaurant like I told you to!!" Peyton yelled.

"I knew that shit would be a bad idea," Kim said, shaking her head. Storm groaned, falling back onto the bed.

"I know, I know, I can't fucking believe I did that!!" She sighed. "How am I gonna tell Jake?" Her friends didn't say anything. They didn't know how to help her with that one. They needed to figure it out quick, she couldn't avoid him for much longer.

Later on, after they left without a solution, Storm's thumb hovered over the send button. The message said 'we need to talk' but she wasn't ready to talk yet.

As she continued to contemplate, the doorbell rung. She sighed, throwing her phone down and going to answer it. When she got to the door, she swung it open, seeing Malik standing there with his laptop in his hands.

"We gotta talk forreal," He said, walking inside past him. Storm sighed, closing the door behind her, not even noticing the black truck with the tinted windows across the street, watching.

"Malik it is 10 at night & I gotta work tomorrow. What do we need to talk about?" Storm asked as he headed up towards her room. "And do we need to go in my room? You don't think-"

"Storm I fucked you on the window sill, on the dining room table, on the couch, on the kitchen counter, on the living room floor, on the bedroom bench, against the wall & in the bed yesterday. I don't think it matters where we talk at." Storm got quiet & followed him in her room. "Besides, i'm not trying to fuck you now. I'm trying to do what we're supposed to do yesterday which is talk." They got in her room & Storm closed the door behind her.

"What's up?" She asked, rubbing her arms.

"Yesterday you said I was jealous of you and him. How would I be jealous & I didn't even know you two were together till he said something to me?"

"He said something to you?" Storm asked. Malik chuckled.

"Oh so he didn't tell you? He didn't tell you that he came at my fucking neck talking about stay away from you because he'd hate to be your shoulder to cry on and dick to ride on if I died from a tragic accident, huh?" Storm's eyes widened, and she started to feel dizzy.

"..what?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah I bet he didn't tell you that. I also bet that he didn't tell you he got mob ties," Malik said as he sat on the bed & opened his laptop.

"He has what?" Storm asked, a lump forming in her throat. Malik pulled up the information he had then looked at Storm.

"Come see for yourself." Storm sat on the bed next to Malik, who turned the laptop towards her. She looked at the information & it made her head spin. "Since I still had the pictures that I had taken & I had the list of names from Salesforce, I searched his name and his photo. A few seemingly harmless pictures came up when I searched the picture but as you can see, his name is associated with a few Italian mob bosses, which are the people he's in the pictures with." When Malik searched up Jake's name, it didn't come up just as Jake Johnson. It came up as his full name. Jake Emilio Albani-Johnson. He 'preferred' to use his mother's last name instead of both. What also came up was his relatives, including his father, who Jake never really spoke about. Turns out, his father had been to jail a few times but he was well known as a mob boss. The same with his grandfather, and great grandfather. And it kept going. They were in the Chicago Outfit, which was part American Mafia or the Cosa Nostra, which was just a big ass mob that was located all around the United States.

To top that off, Jake had a criminal record. His ties to the mob were able to pay to get it wiped clean, so Malik was digging deep for that. Malik looked over at Storm, who looked like she wanted to pass out.

"Ya boy wasn't just making idle threats, he was dead serious. So if he's coming at me, it won't be too long till he starts threatening you, scaring you into staying with him."

"I- I- he-" Storm couldn't even get what she had to say out. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to do. This was overwhelming & Storm was never the one to be afraid of gangs but she was terrified. Jake had hid this from her for a reason, and she didn't think it was to keep her safe.

She knew she should've stuck with black men.

Storm pushed the laptop back towards Malik & got up, but her head was spinning so she just sat back down. Malik looked at her, worried.

"Storm..."

"Every time I think i've found the one for me it's always something. D'Angelo couldn't keep his dick in his pants, you couldn't keep your dick in your pants, and now Jake? He's apart of the mutherfucking mob!!" Storm yelled, throwing her hands up. "I can't fucking win huh? My life was going good, I was doing fine, I was moving on, then you & D'Angelo had to waltz yall fucking way back in my life and everything just went to shit!!" She yelled, standing up & turning to him.

Malik raised an eyebrow. "So it's our fault that you decided to get in another relationship without finding out who he really was?"

"I was fine living in oblivion!! I didn't need to know this!! I didn't want to know this!! Me & him were having a great time, taking shit slow & learning about each other and now- ugh!!" Storm wasn't mad at Malik. She was just frustrated. Malik shook his head, chuckling a little as Storm paced back & forth. She looked at him. "What the fuck is funny?"

"You are. You're trying to blame your horrible taste in men on me," He said standing up. She gave him an angry glare. "I know this is probably a defense mechanism but blaming me ain't gon change the fact that 9 times out of 10, he's crazy as fuck & you need to get away from him."

"But-"

"Storm if he ever finds out that we slept together, I damn sure won't be safe & you won't either. And I know that white dick ain't that good. It damn sure ain't better than mine." Storm gave him a look.

"This really ain't the time for your jokes."

"I'm not joking. I proved that to you yesterday," Storm cleared her throat, looking away from Malik, blushing. Malik smirked. "Right."

The doorbell rung & Storm opened her bedroom door, needing to get away from Malik and all his facts. Her head was still spinning, so she slowly made her way downstairs & the front door. What she had learned kept replaying in her brain as she opened the door.

And to her surprise, the man of the hour was standing there.

"Storm, baby why have you been avoiding me?" Jake asked. Storm could just fucking die. Because she and Malik would definitely be dead soon.